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“I don’t want to love him,” I whisper hoarsely. “Stupidly, I thought…” “Thought what?” “I thought I would see him, and my adult brain would kick in and reason with my stupid heart.”
“Don’t play stupid. You got arrested for going a hundred and three in a fifty and caught with nearly an ounce of weed. What do you call that?” “A fantastic Thursday afternoon?”